These are times of great sadness. It is with pain in my heart that I relinquish Tazlure to the tides and have to stop writing all the adventures that might have been in store for you.
About the three keys, one of which in the hands of Xenovia. The other in front of Thorn and the third in the hands of an unwitting dragon hunter who is waving it around like a feather duster.
About Jolace who was on the way to be a great leader for his people.
About Kanthanar, the dragoness who remained in the Aether, watching over her children.
About the Cryer threat, the creatures who really were nothing but nightmares, to be banished by the light of the dawn or by the closing and opening of one's eyes.
About the rebels in Seinor. Anora who might have met some very intruiging pirates, Chrisaliel who had already met some intruiging pirates and the strangely capable tailoring master Priscilla and her ties to the Thorns of Pan.
About Baze who was sure to find something, although the feather he was after would not be it.
In my time as moderator I have jumped into a lot of adventures, to help out where needed and to create my own stories. I could not have done it without all you guys. And you have my heart-felt thanks for that. I truly hope we will see each other on the flip side of this, in new adventures in another land.
Until then...thank you all.